I looked at them sitting across the room nervously; everyone was on pins and needles. Sweat dripping from my father’s brow, the cold stare from my mother directed at both my uncle (mother’s side) and my father. I didn’t know what was going on; all I knew was that things were going downhill. I couldn’t imagine what I have done… if I did anything at all. I knew something was about to happen and I knew I wasn’t going to like it.

“Soooo… what is going on here guys?” I finally said , cutting the tension with my words, like a knife going through melted butter.

“Well Tyler…” my father manages to get out before my mother interrupts; “Your father and I are getting a divorce!” she spewed like venom.

“What!?… Why!?… What for!?” I demanded.

“You’re too young to understand.” my father replied with sigh in his voice and shame on his face, “It’s a very delicate situa…” “Your father and uncle are faggots!!” mother snaps like a viper on its kill. I didn’t know what I was hearing, I was shocked beyond belief. I was speechless. I phased out, mother screaming at my father and uncle as she started to pack up everything.

Before I knew it, my mother and I were on a plane heading for Texas. It was night and everyone was just about asleep besides a man that was sitting across the aisle from me. Every now and again I would catch him taking glances at me. He was about mid 20s, good looking, combed short brown hair, pretty fit. We locked eyes at one point, green; I’m a sucker for green eyes. I liked him. I knew I wasn’t like most 12 year old boys, I was shorter than most of the kids my age, 4’6’’, thin and soft, not really manly at all. I usually wore a little vest and dress shirt with a tie with short dress shorts. I had blonde hair and blue eyes like my mother. But I was more like my father, especially now that I knew what he was. There were a lot of homosexuals where I grew up. San Francisco was like the gay capitol of America. Anyway, back to the guy, he was staring at me with a smile. His smile wasn’t a typical sort smile; it was like his smile was a trap to snare me into his intentions. His hand moved to his crotch and adjusted, which I assume was, his hardening cock. I got up and walked down the aisle to the airplane’s bathroom. Before I went in I took a second glance at the man, his eyes pierced right through me. I walked in and closed the door, left it unlocked. I waited for the stranger in the bathroom, hoping he took the hint. I waited for over 5 minutes. My hopes were just about up till I heard a light knock at the door. It opened slightly and the strangers head poked in.

“Excuse me little boy, mind I come in?” asked the attractive stranger.